My Lady of the Lantern

I took a right turn to come to the arterial road...saw a dog barking at(?) a black trash can. The scene got inscribed. Cut to the next bend, I am still wondering what was the dog barking at? Did somebody leave a newborn inside? Of course, it is possible. There are instances of baby-throwing, thanks to abject poverty and other oft-quoted reasons. Cut to the path leading into my office parking, I have already decided the gender of the baby. If it was a baby, I am sure it was a baby girl. That's right, somebody dumped a newborn girl in the trash can and the dog was barking at it. Am I thinking cruel? Don't judge me, I am turning queer and I admit it. I actually thought all this up. Of course, it is all in my mind. The next time I pass that trash can would be a few hours from now, when I am on my way home. By that time, the dog would have disappeared and there would be no trace of the baby, because there was no baby there to begin with. ^WiseGuy^